9ockin, 9lokknine - Back From Jupiter Lyrics

ArcazeOnTheBeat
Bitch, I'm from Mars
Mars, that's my home, on gang
But I'm back from Jupiter
Back from Jupiter
I'm the son of Mars, I'on know who it belong to
Rambezzy stuck on Neptune, he tellin' me "Get in tune"
Mike done brought that glizzy on the flight
Now he screamin' postal He screamin' postal
You know I'm bout action, get it clapping, I'm gon' show you
Round of applause, and applaud what, you deaf dude?
This K gon do the most, this bitch knockin' like the bass do
Flashlight like Mase, hide your face and get a makeover
This the young nigga takeover, 180 in this Range Rover
My main focus to maintain and put my deuce at peace
Presidential suite, eight rooms just to fall asleep Yeah
People askin' "Why you put your mama through all them tears a week" Okay
I knew one day it'll all pay off and shit'll be fine and sweet
But everything gave everything how my image make it seem to be Yeah
Home boy switchin' up, testing his luck
That shit pain to see Oh, that shit pain to see
I'm clutchin' on a felon, after dark, committing burglaries Committing burglaries
Fell in line like fuck a spot, fuck a nigga mean?
Sittin' on a saint, taking notes whatev' can calm my brain
Tryna feel my pain, shit i'on even like to express myself
'Cause that shit make me think and reminisce, there weren't no fucking help
I'on like a bitch who put on makeup, take that off yo' face Oh, yeah
You look like a straight clown (Shit), what's more to say?
I'm 'bout to get lil to ,she peezy ace
Free my nigga out that program, I hold the breadskate
You in hot water, you bubbling now, she wanna give you face Oh, yeah
Too ugly to be fuckin' wit' ya, who this? Get out the way Get out the way
Bean got me booted, fuck that liq' I'm cool on your drinks
And if you think I be on heavy drugs, then you'on't even think
I'm tellin' you this shit strong-minded, I'm not your average teen
Like look, I woulda signed my life away but I got bankroll dreams
Like I got draft to NBA cuz I was gon' cream
G9 mixed the Glock, two double K's and put the K for C's
Errybody got a pair of eyes, don't view the same as me
These niggas all pretenders, copycats, but we equal, see?
They wanna run the city, it's fifty states, ayy, we all could eat
Dog talk, throw a couple bones and go and get off your feet
Moral of the story, I done put 'em on my bucket list
I'm paintin and straight smokin the bricks, jit yall don't want no sticks
We jump the fence, combat banana shit, drac' got stupid kick
Field goal abduct a nigga, minus jit
I bang the fine lil bitch no want no numbers dawg got all the kids
He needa stop at this, I'm tryna take care of my family
Even my brother kid, like all my nieces gon' be straight, you hear?
380 clutch a .40 and a glizzy, that is not a sin Ayy
You can't even silence the Glokk, pussy, try again
While all you niggas ain't been rapping when I was doing the biz
And all that fake clapping gon' get you clout and I already see it
Like some ass cheeks, I'm in the club doin' all my dirt
Get my homework, just let me know, I'm talkin' black skirts
Then I told myself Nine, if you don't blow you'll be a hitman
Whack your ass tonight, plain sight for them band-bands
Ain't no crash dummy, ain't finna settle for less than 10 grand
Cause look, I'm tellin' you, I'll sweep the shit like grab the dust pan
Attention, may I have attention, put the light on me
I ain't lie, when I first blew up, I had that shy on me
I don't know how, but you can't be trusted, let's just keep it G
Is you gon' ride? Longer than the Jeep, they last about a week
And when all them niggas was up, I swear, they ain't think about me
Now they jamming, want the verses free, I'm taxing on GP
I'm like fuck it, keep it in the hood, thuggin where I be
But every nigga 'round me fly as fuck, pocket never touching me
I'll whack you for some Jordans just to wear 'em to the club
Like look, I got 'em steppin', he a stomper, live it up Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm saying nigga, scream balloons, what's really up? Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got a Glock, came with a ruler, wear it tucked Ayy, ayy, ayy
No OKC this shit like lightning, you get struck
And leave yo shit runnin, them jits gon steal your trunk
My shooters barbers, it ain't nuttin' to line you up Baow, baow, baow
We hit our targets, tryna leave it smelling skunk
My YG stepping, grab them pistols when they come
You grab a weapon? That's for certain, we gon' dunk
I keep a pistol when I'm steppin', extra dick for you punks Come on
Bitch don't step on my Guiseppes? These cost more than where you from
.40 cal holdin' Stephen, we don't do the popping trunks Ain't none
We don't do the popping trunks
I be doing shit, that them just ain't never done
And I be doing shit, and I do this shit for fun
And I be with the shits, bullshit, I like the gun Hmm, hmm
Ayy, I know lil buddy like to run
Recording this lil' flow 'cause all this flow can get em gut
Ayy, man, yo shoutout Arcaze, I do this shit for fun

ArcazeOnTheBeat
Bitch, I'm from Mars
Mars, that's my home, on gang
But I'm back from Jupiter
Back from Jupiter
I'm the son of Mars, I'on know who it belong to
Rambezzy stuck on Neptune, he tellin' me "Get in tune"
Mike done brought that glizzy on the flight
Now he screamin' postal He screamin' postal
You know I'm bout action, get it clapping, I'm gon' show you
Round of applause, and applaud what, you deaf dude?
This K gon do the most, this bitch knockin' like the bass do
Flashlight like Mase, hide your face and get a makeover
This the young nigga takeover, 180 in this Range Rover
My main focus to maintain and put my deuce at peace
Presidential suite, eight rooms just to fall asleep Yeah
People askin' "Why you put your mama through all them tears a week" Okay
I knew one day it'll all pay off and shit'll be fine and sweet
But everything gave everything how my image make it seem to be Yeah
Home boy switchin' up, testing his luck
That shit pain to see Oh, that shit pain to see
I'm clutchin' on a felon, after dark, committing burglaries Committing burglaries
Fell in line like fuck a spot, fuck a nigga mean?
Sittin' on a saint, taking notes whatev' can calm my brain
Tryna feel my pain, shit i'on even like to express myself
'Cause that shit make me think and reminisce, there weren't no fucking help
I'on like a bitch who put on makeup, take that off yo' face Oh, yeah
You look like a straight clown (Shit), what's more to say?
I'm 'bout to get lil to ,she peezy ace
Free my nigga out that program, I hold the breadskate
You in hot water, you bubbling now, she wanna give you face Oh, yeah
Too ugly to be fuckin' wit' ya, who this? Get out the way Get out the way
Bean got me booted, fuck that liq' I'm cool on your drinks
And if you think I be on heavy drugs, then you'on't even think
I'm tellin' you this shit strong-minded, I'm not your average teen
Like look, I woulda signed my life away but I got bankroll dreams
Like I got draft to NBA cuz I was gon' cream
G9 mixed the Glock, two double K's and put the K for C's
Errybody got a pair of eyes, don't view the same as me
These niggas all pretenders, copycats, but we equal, see?
They wanna run the city, it's fifty states, ayy, we all could eat
Dog talk, throw a couple bones and go and get off your feet
Moral of the story, I done put 'em on my bucket list
I'm paintin and straight smokin the bricks, jit yall don't want no sticks
We jump the fence, combat banana shit, drac' got stupid kick
Field goal abduct a nigga, minus jit
I bang the fine lil bitch no want no numbers dawg got all the kids
He needa stop at this, I'm tryna take care of my family
Even my brother kid, like all my nieces gon' be straight, you hear?
380 clutch a .40 and a glizzy, that is not a sin Ayy
You can't even silence the Glokk, pussy, try again
While all you niggas ain't been rapping when I was doing the biz
And all that fake clapping gon' get you clout and I already see it
Like some ass cheeks, I'm in the club doin' all my dirt
Get my homework, just let me know, I'm talkin' black skirts
Then I told myself Nine, if you don't blow you'll be a hitman
Whack your ass tonight, plain sight for them band-bands
Ain't no crash dummy, ain't finna settle for less than 10 grand
Cause look, I'm tellin' you, I'll sweep the shit like grab the dust pan
Attention, may I have attention, put the light on me
I ain't lie, when I first blew up, I had that shy on me
I don't know how, but you can't be trusted, let's just keep it G
Is you gon' ride? Longer than the Jeep, they last about a week
And when all them niggas was up, I swear, they ain't think about me
Now they jamming, want the verses free, I'm taxing on GP
I'm like fuck it, keep it in the hood, thuggin where I be
But every nigga 'round me fly as fuck, pocket never touching me
I'll whack you for some Jordans just to wear 'em to the club
Like look, I got 'em steppin', he a stomper, live it up Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm saying nigga, scream balloons, what's really up? Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got a Glock, came with a ruler, wear it tucked Ayy, ayy, ayy
No OKC this shit like lightning, you get struck
And leave yo shit runnin, them jits gon steal your trunk
My shooters barbers, it ain't nuttin' to line you up Baow, baow, baow
We hit our targets, tryna leave it smelling skunk
My YG stepping, grab them pistols when they come
You grab a weapon? That's for certain, we gon' dunk
I keep a pistol when I'm steppin', extra dick for you punks Come on
Bitch don't step on my Guiseppes? These cost more than where you from
.40 cal holdin' Stephen, we don't do the popping trunks Ain't none
We don't do the popping trunks
I be doing shit, that them just ain't never done
And I be doing shit, and I do this shit for fun
And I be with the shits, bullshit, I like the gun Hmm, hmm
Ayy, I know lil buddy like to run
Recording this lil' flow 'cause all this flow can get em gut
Ayy, man, yo shoutout Arcaze, I do this shit for fun